I Hate You Star Wars Novels & Stories

Ivy, unable to bear the cruelty any longer, let out a scream of pure hatred. "I hate you! Both of you!" Ivy shouted, looking at Killian with disgust. "If you allow this to happen, Killian Blackwood, don't you touch me again in your life!"

I looked at him and he nodded "Rafael talked to me too about it." "You're not too late." I scoop a spoonful of spam to my mouth "Why?" "Becuase if you do this 2 weeks later I might already date Jake and madly in love with him." I said and he glared at me "I hate that name." "Hey! He's nice." "I don't like him." "Of course, he's your basketball enemy." I shrugged "Not only basketball" He rolled his eyes

"I trust you; it’s the pack and these people I don’t trust." "They’re your people. Or they will be one day. How can you expect them to trust you when you don’t trust them?" I replied. The same fucking thing could be applied to me and Storm. How could I trust him with my truth if he didn’t trust me? Although he had a fucking good reason not to trust me, I had been lying to him from the start. "Right now, they’re scared. But fear can lead to anger, and anger leads to hate," Storm said, quoting Yoda from Star Wars. We had watched every fucking Star Wars movie together, and I giggled hearing him say those words.

“I forgot to tell you, captain. I’m not a minimalist, I like an amputation.” His mouth was half-opened, and he slightly raised his eyebrows. I could hear his heavy breathing. Though the captain lay pitiful, no one shed a bucket of tears. I roamed my eyes around in search of Kylo. But I can’t find her shadow. “You punk!” I couldn’t move when Kylo hugged me from the back. “I hate you,” she said. She sniffed while weeping. I moved away from her and looked at her face. “Could you please stop crying? Don’t forget that you’re using my body and I don’t cry over stupid things. You’re making me look gay.”

“To see the traitor’s daughter pretending she belongs here? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Pretending?” I asked calmly. “Yes. That’s all this is, isn’t it? A performance. The pack bows because they must. But you, ” she leaned closer, “…you’re still the girl whose father tried to destroy us. The blood that burned half our warriors. Did you think a wedding band could wash that away?” Her words sliced deep, but I didn’t let her see the wound. “You seem awfully obsessed with my blood, Zara. Are you sure it’s me you hate, and not the fact that I’m standing where you wanted to?”

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

I tell him, and he leaves immediately. My mind went back to everything that happened and how many regrets I had to live with. And now, here I am. My dignity thrown in the mud, my privacy in the eyes of everyone, and they’re probably enjoying some PG-rated free subscription show now. God, how much I hate people. I decided to go home for the day instead of setting myself up for further drama with my presence. Someone winked at me: “Send me the director’ cut, pretty whore.” Dear lord, I think I’m ready to die.

I hate the breach. And I hate him for making me hate him.

“What happened?” I groan. Maverick happened. Maverick and his Maverickness and his stupid Maverick ways. I hate him. I apparently hate a lot of things and they seem to circulate around the same three things. I hate life right about now, because I should know better and I really do. I still got railed by Maverick with his huge dick, because I’m a stupid whore for him. Lovely. Just lovely. “I’m an idiot,” I mutter. “One hundred percent!” Darius agrees.

"Hurry up and kill me. I've got nothing left to lose." He squinted his brows and formed a frown across his perfect face. “What are you talking about?” He asked coldly. I laughed even louder at his look of confusion. “You do not have to hide it anymore Marcus Blackthorn!” I yelled as tears began to form in my eyes. “Well, since you are going to kill me here today, I might as well say all I have to say.” I began. He sighed and wrapped his hands across his chest. “I hate you, I hate your father, I hate your mother, I hate your servants and I hate all the members of the Twilight Ridge pack!” I cried.